Booze And Mahler And Sex. Poem by Terry Collett

If you want to come around
she said

bring a bottle of booze
and ring the bell twice

so you brought
a bottle of scotch

and rang twice
and she opened the door

and said
come in

and so you closed the door
and followed her

along the passageway
to the main room

and you heard the Mahler playing
and she took the scotch

and poured two large glasses
and said

sit down on the sofa Honey
and she gave you the glass

and you sipped
and she sat down next to you

and put her hand
on your thigh and squeezed

and she always managed
to get you stirred

and you smiled at her
and the Mahler symphony

was playing in the background
and you associated

that symphony
with sex

and sex with her
and each movement

of the symphony
suggested a given act

and as she moved
in on you

you almost drowned
in her scent

and the scotch
was on her breath

and her blue eyes
stared into yours

and her fingers moved
into your pants

for the prize
and you wondered

who the conductor was
on the Mahler record

and the same Monet print
hung on the wall

the one of some garden
and flowers

and she said
are you ready Honey?

And you said sure
and she took you

along the passage
to her room and bed

and the room smelt
of sweet perfume

and the Mahler faded
as she closed the door

as you both dropped clothes
on the carpeted floor.